Professional mom seeking clarity, balance and a well deserved glass of wine.

Where Oh Where Did My Body Go?

I decided to change up the routine this morning and after taking the kids to school, I hit the gym for some cardio before heading in to work. Some mornings feel like Groundhog Day, so doing things a little differently was refreshing.

Now, I’ve been a member at the same gym since 1986. (whoever thought I could say I’ve been a member of something for 26 years….shit, I’m getting old) Needless to say, I’ve looked at myself in those wall to wall mirrors a thousand times while riding the bike or the elyptical thingy. Well, today felt a little different…

I peered over, expecting to see the 24-year old who used to work out 5 days a week and hadn’t had kids yet. Instead, SHOCKER, it was my 44-year old-had-two-kids-and-drinks-too-much-wine self. WTH

Horror! I look away! (was I thinking that this would change the reflection in the mirror instantly…silly girl) Now, I’m not grotesque by any stretch. I’m an avid yogi and P90X lover. What I think I’ve been struggling with lately is the realization that I’m moving into a new era. The forty-something era. My body isn’t twenty anymore and it never will be again. Sadly, my requests (stalking) of Jennifer Aniston to share the fountain of youth juice have gone without so much as a warning or restraining order. She can be so selfish! It’s also my skin, my facial features, gravity in general. Just a few things.

My creative partner and long-time friend recounted a story to me recently that is resonating today. When I’m 84 I will look back and wish to God I had my 44-year old body. I will think it was the sexiest, coolest, bestest body ever. I will reflect back on it and smile. Then why am I not smiling now?! I’ve really got to change my perspective about this. FAST!

I’ve got to love my 44-year old body just the way it is. I can continue to improve on it, for sure. That’s a never-ending endeavor. But I have to relish the fact that it’s healthy and it gets me where I want to go and it has the freedom to move about the country, and beyond. (love that Southwest tagline) It’s a good body and it’s mine. THERE! I’m totally good with it now. HA! If only it were that easy, we’d all stop bugging Jennifer Aniston.

I hope you’re good with your body! Remember, when you’re 84, you’ll look back on this body and miss it.

P.S. If you ever need a pick-me-up, go to the gym early in the morning and take a gander at the “geriatric brigade” in the locker room! INSTANT EGO BOOST